Текст песни аНДРЕЙ жАБИН - Предрассветное Небо

EM, G, C, AM
18:58 17.05.2012

Prepastened sky
Fill the sore,
The last few
Minutes before the fight.

Cigarette tremit
In firmly compressed teeth
So you want to live
He knocks in the temples.

Nerves stretched
To the end, until the stop.
But who will be the first
In the arms of God.

And everything that believed,
Suddenly became fog,
And the northern wind
In the fields hosted.

The cigarette went out,
And in the thickening darkness,
Dying is not scary
Wait for the death of scary.

And the alarm will cover
Dense faded layer
Latest Fali.
Second fights.

Drunk Creek: "Victory!"
Ripped Creek: "Hooray!"
Ripe bans
Departed dawn.

Cappen salt on the wound,
Eye acid
Swaying stand up
Splund blood in the dirt.

Paint sunrise
Burned land
From the entire tenth company,
I survived only me.

Joyful sun
Shines I need me,
In the first moments,
After the fight, after the fight ...